Sorry for the delay in writing my final entry in my Cannes diary. It's been a whirlwind of activity since Saturday. We've shifted from competition-mode directly into market-mode, meeting with back-to-back meetings with sales agents, financiers and other potential co-producers for future projects.

Perhaps the problem is Canadian film, with its limited commercial hits, is quick to turn toward idolatry. If we can't have a Steven Spielberg we at least want our Ingmar Bergman, our Akira Kurosawa. And we're quick to hoist onto our shoulders anyone who even remotely seems like a possible candidate.

I'm caught up in the whirlwind of the world's biggest film festival, Cannes. Here, young filmmakers are realizing their dreams. My turn will come on Thursday afternoon when I present Jutra on the Croisette at Cannes. My stomach is doing flips at the thought of going onstage to introduce my film. But I'm also deeply proud.

Cannes is not your ordinary film festival; set up in an idyllic location where the beach deploys its beauty in the background and palm trees provide the shade, everything seems to be bigger, louder and somehow showcasing the complexities of oppositions in the film industry.

Let the games begin. Checked in to our usual hotel on Wednesday. We had intended to have a fairly quiet night first meeting with some of the team at the bar at the Majestic Hotel and then a quick dinner at our favourite Cannes restaurant Da Laura. It seems that a lot of people had the same idea